As we try
To understand ourselves
We just end up
Being swayed
Just like a leaf
Of a tree
From the last day
Of an autumn season
Swayed.
And began
To fall
Except that our hearts
Beat genuine
Innocence
For once
It became true
That we contemplate
Who we are
And who we could be
We don't agree
Just like I always
Do
About other people
And their judgement
Said it was a 'cc'
Constructive cristicism
Except
That it was a disguised
Insult
We always remain
Silent
Enjoying the company
Of our own
Deductions
Of our own descriptions
Of the distorted reality
We believe in our
Own potential
And so
We believe
That reality is distorted
And we can change that
So.we.can
So.we.are.
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TABLEAU
PoesieThis is a collection of poems and stories set in a vivid description of the distorted reality. Traces of histories set in pavements which were already forgotten. These were the inked days, the good and the bad. Words that were willingly strung toge...
